Tony smiled at that -- not really a pleased smile, but one that spoke of something bittersweet, one that warned that if he opened his mouth now, his heart might just fall out with his words.
But he allowed himself to be pulled forward, moved in close until he was standing between Steve's knees -- and he set the picture down on the bed (careful, so careful, because it mattered to him) before he let his fingers drag through his hair.
"You have me now," he said after a long moment. "So there's one. And we know there's --multiple. Dozens? Hundreds? I don't know. There are worlds out there with a me and a you and some of them must have been smart enough to get it right."